Crossing the Line (11 page)

Her lips parted, but she didn’t get to respond.

The next words came from Jeremy, as he moved in behind her. “Oh, man, D…I’ve got one hell of a view back here.”

“Can’t be better than mine.”

Jeremy whistled, long and low. “Have a look before you decide.”

He rolled his tongue around her other nipple. Gave it a sharp nip that made her gasp—and press her tit against his mouth. “Turn around and let Jer appreciate my view, while I see what other surprises you’ve got for me.”

She did as instructed, slower than he would’ve thought possible, hips swaying side to side in the process. When that sexy ass of hers was in his sight, he knew why. And yeah, it was one hell of a view.

He dropped to his haunches. Smoothed his palms over her lower back, her hips, the inside of her thighs. Saving the best for last. One at a time, he traced the four, thin bands of black that spanned her ass. He curled his hands over the top strip and eased them down.

“These are fucking hot, but they’re gonna be in my way.” He lifted each foot and pulled the panties from her body. He trailed both hands up the inside of her legs, rubbed two fingers from one over her clit while he slid the index finger of his other hand through the looped end of an anal toy and gave it a jiggle. “This is new.”

“Yes,” she said in a breathless voice. Then, “God, yes, harder, do it harder.”

That last part wasn’t for him. A glance upward revealed the reason for her begging—Jeremy’s head moving back and forth between her tits. Not biting her hard enough. Much as Derrick wanted her to enjoy this experience, he kinda liked that Jeremy didn’t know all her secrets. No doubt his friend would figure out some tonight. But not all. Hanna would still belong to him.

“Better give her what she wants, Jer.” He certainly planned to. He slid his fingers back and pushed two inside her pussy while wiggling the loop of the toy with his other hand. Whatever the toy was, it was big enough that he felt it moving. Ridged—no, bumpy. And long. He added another finger and she moaned above him. Hell, he joined in. “Gonna fuck you so deep, baby. You’re not gonna know where I end and you begin.”

“Please…” She whimpered when he removed his fingers and stood.

“Soon,” he whispered in her ear from behind. He circled her wrist and brought her hand to the front of his jeans. “You gotta unwrap your presents first.”

* * *

Jeremy had always loved breasts. Hanna’s were amazing, and with the silver rings fastened around the base of her nipples, pushing them high and hard for the taking, Christ, he could enjoy them for hours. But when she found his zipper and slid it down, all he could think about was her mouth. Wrapped around his cock. Immediately.

To hell with her earlier request. He went to work on his buttons, stripped the shirt off while she divested him of pants, boxers and socks. Despite the urgency and heat swirling around them, he had to laugh.

“Something funny?” she asked, sliding her fist up and down his rock-hard shaft.

“The socks.”

“There’s a scientific reason why I removed them,” she said.

Behind her, Derrick chuckled. “Just go with it.”

She looked over her shoulder at her husband. “You don’t believe the research?”

“Baby, I’m all for research. We can do our own official study at home.” Derrick caught her by the chin and kissed her, long and thoroughly.

The pressure on Jeremy’s cock increased. So did her speed. Fuck, he was going to explode. “What’s the reason?” He focused on speaking, not his hips involuntarily pumping into her fist.

She tore her mouth away and looked him in the eye. “Research shows that wearing socks makes you orgasm faster.” She winked, then went to her knees in front of him. “And I don’t want that. I want your cock in my mouth as long as possible before you come down my throat.”

Fuck. That pretty, dirty-talking mouth hovered over the head of his cock. So close. Not close enough.

“She’s waiting, buddy.” Derrick peeled off his t-shirt and the rest, until he stood naked behind his kneeling wife. “Tell her what you want.”

This was insane. He gripped his cock at the base, holding it straight for her. “Suck it. All of it.”

Her hands landed on his hips. Electricity rocketed through his body at the first touch of her lips on his shaft. He wanted to look. To watch his cock disappear into her mouth. But it was too much, too hot. “Now do Derrick.” The command rasped out. And thank god she obeyed, because he needed the reprieve.

She smiled up at them, licking her lips, then turned where she knelt and took Derrick’s cock between her lips.

“Yeah, baby, just like that,” Derrick said as he pushed his hands through her hair, gripping a handful at the back of her head.

Now he got it—why his buddy was willing to share her, some of her, anyway. Because watching Hanna suck dick was fucking erotic as hell. Jeremy’s hand slid up and down his cock in time with Hanna’s rhythm. And Christ, he could almost feel her mouth on his shaft.

“You want her mouth back, man?”

“After I bury my face between her legs and make her come.”

Derrick’s gaze shifted to Hanna’s ass as she crawled across the floor to the bed. “I’d say she’s good with that plan.” He moved to the side of the bed and angled his cock lower, toward her face where she’d turned it, her cheek pressed to the mattress. “This gonna work for you, baby?” He waited for her nod, then slid his cock into her mouth again. “Can’t wait ’til you come. Fucking love it when you come with my dick in your mouth.”

Jeremy’s cue to get to it. With pleasure. He’d been thinking about this since his brief taste this afternoon. He slid between her thighs, looped them over his shoulders and took one long swipe with his tongue. Fuck it, he couldn’t do slow right now. He plunged in, licking, sucking, goddamn devouring her. His cock had to be ten inches long. It banged against the end of the bed as he bored down on her clit.

She clutched the top of his head, pulling him in closer, harder. Her muffled moan mixed with Derrick’s cursing. Her nails dug into his scalp. Her hips went wild, bucking beneath him as her spicy-sweet scent invaded his senses. Goddamn delicious.

“Have to do that again,” he said as he lifted his head, “but not now.”

“Fucking right, not now.” Derrick’s voice had the hoarse quality of a man who’d reached the limit of his restraint.

Jeremy knew the feeling.

* * *

“On your knees, beautiful.” Derrick slapped her ass as she rolled, quickly obeying her husband’s demand. “Time for the rest of your birthday present.”

Hanna could barely think, barely breathe. Jeremy stood before her now, his thick cock awaiting her mouth, this time for full gratification. She didn’t get to swallow often. Hot as the idea of it was, it always seemed like a waste. Because she loved it when Derrick came inside her, the sensation of his cock pulsing as he hit his peak. Tonight she’d have it all.

She closed her palm around Jeremy’s cock and thumbed the bead from its tip. “Tell me when you’re ready to come.”

“You got it, sweetheart. I won’t go too far.”

“Such a gentleman. You need to stop that right now.” She shook her head, letting her lips brush back and forth over the head of his cock as she did. “I want you to go all the way, but I want to make sure you’re deep when it happens—I want every inch of your cock throbbing inside my mouth, I want to feel like I can’t escape, like you own my mouth when you come down my throat.”

“Christ…” was all he muttered as he pushed between her lips.

Derrick gripped her hips at the same time, and he thrust inside her body in a single motion. “Jesus, baby, I can feel every bump of that toy in your ass.” He pulled back, thrust hard again. “Makes you so fucking tight.”

God, yes, it did. But she couldn’t answer, couldn’t nod or signal. All she could do was take it, all of it—Jeremy’s cock, fucking her face while Derrick’s filled her pussy—and hope he found the button.

His hand branded her ass with a hard smack that sent heat searing through her core. He squeezed her flesh, ran his finger down the valley of her ass.

She moaned, desperate to tell him. She didn’t need to.

“Fuck, do these—” The beads whirred to life inside her. Wiggling, vibrating, pushing her higher. “Oh fuck, they do. Jesus fucking Christ, baby…”

She fumbled until she found his hand, then dragged it to her clit. One touch from his fingers and she was on the edge. God, so much, so full.

“Gonna come, sweetheart…” Jeremy’s voice as his cock thrust deeper into her mouth.

Derrick cupped the back of her head, pushing her onto Jeremy’s cock. Holding her there. No escape, the way she craved it.

Their voices surrounded her, cursing and groaning. Their hands and cocks invaded her. Owning every inch of her, inside and out, as they came—Jeremy, Derrick, her. No end and no beginning, just one tangle of erotic heaven.

* * * * *

“Morning, gorgeous.” Derrick rubbed his beard against the back of her neck.

“Mmm…” was all she could manage after their incredibly late night. That and a smile as she wiggled backward, snugger inside the safe haven of his warm arms and hard body.

Make that
very
hard. The average adult male might wake up with morning wood, but Derrick’s cock was better described as morning steel. Every. Single. Day.

After fucking well into the wee hours, though, her body needed a reprieve from that steely goodness. She wiggled again, this time in reverse. Somehow, she managed to escape the snare of his arms.

“Hey, I’m not done with you, birthday girl.”

“The party’s over for now, sexy husband. I’m a little tender in spots.”

Derrick’s face lost its playfulness. He abandoned the bed and had his arms around her before she reached the bathroom. “Want me to run you a bath, call the main building and see if they have any Epsom salts? I’ll jet into town and get some if they don’t. I can be back in twenty.”

“It’s not that dire.” She cupped his jaw, ran her thumb and index fingers over his blond bristles. “But thank you for taking care of me.”

“Never gonna stop doing that, baby.” He dipped down to give her a soft kiss. “This okay, or are your lips a little tender too?” His devilish grin returned, accompanied by a wink. “They certainly got a lot of use last night.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “I’m going to take a nice, hot shower. Alone.” Best to add that detail, just in case he had other ideas. “Take me into town for breakfast afterward?”

“You got it.” He smacked her ass as she walked away, chuckling when she shrieked and scurried away. “What about Jer?” he asked before she finished closing the bathroom door. “Want him to join us?”

Did she? She’d decided in advance that once their fun ended, she wanted Jeremy to go to his cabin, not spend the night in theirs. Actually
sleeping
together seemed too intimate. Like kissing, the other thing she’d chosen to put on the no-no list. Things had been relaxed enough when Jeremy left last night, no awkwardness at all, in fact. She wasn’t worried about what would happen when she saw him again because they’d already agreed—back to normal. She just wasn’t ready for that brand of
normal
yet.

“No. I don’t want him to join us. I only want you.”

“Best words I ever heard.”

God, his beautiful smile. Her heart flip-flopped and she fell in love with him all over again, for the ten-thousandth time. No need to say “I love you”—they’d both just done that. She blew him a kiss, closed the door and started the shower. Her reflection in the big mirror snagged her attention. She had some pink spots from last night, but it was her expression struck her first. She had the glow of a newlywed, or a lottery winner. Or a woman who, thanks to her amazing husband, had just had the best birthday ever.

Chapter Six

“Oh, damn it.”

Derrick looked up from his bike magazine. A stack of colorful, paper apples sat in front of her on the coffee table. Shit. So did Hanna’s overturned coffee cup.

“They’re all ruined.” The tip of her nose had already gone red. If he didn’t intervene immediately, tears were the inevitable next step. She grabbed handfuls of the coffee-streaked apples and crumpled them in her fists. “I can’t even make more because I used the last of my construction paper.”

“So we’ll get more—”

“I don’t want to go back to the store. I don’t want to have to elbow my way through a crowd of cranky parents and stand in a mile-long line. I just want everything done and ready for Tuesday.”

He set the magazine aside and raised his hands in mock-surrender.

“God, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, baby. Beginning of the school year always stresses you out.” He stood and moved behind her, kneading the knots in her shoulders with his thumbs. And yeah, copping a feel down her t-shirt, but hey. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. “Let me help.”

“I’m unavailable for
help
, unfortunately. My stupid period came this morning.”

Stupid indeed. How women dealt with that shit month after month, he’d never know. He leaned in, kissed the top of her head, swept her hair to one side and rubbed his beard against her neck. “That sucks, but it’s not the kind of help I had in mind.”

She tipped her head and gave him the “whatever” face. Understandable, since he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her for a single day since they got back from the resort. Some sort of caveman need to claim her every day, maybe. Not that she’d been complaining.

“So little faith in your husband,” he said, pulling her to her feet and into his arms. “Here’s what’s we’re gonna do to make things better. I’ll clean this up while you change into jeans. Then I’m taking you for a long ride in the country that’ll clear the crap out of your head. After I drop you back here, all nice and relaxed, I’ll brave the wilds of Walmart on the last shopping day before school. I’ll even help you cut out twenty new apples.”

“How’d you know I need twenty?”

He tapped one ear. “Always listening, baby. Even when you think I’m not.”